#put tika down

[several-breathing-eyes]

I hate this bitch.

[lilliths-httyd-blog]

how the fuck did these two characters come from the same franchise it doesn't make sense

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Babes! Hihi!

May I make a request from the list?

May I choose a 7 and 8?

Thank you!!! And I love you and Tika!💙💙💙

Awww this was such a cute fun one for Andy and his Love

Andy caught you at the dining room table with all your books, papers and notebooks spread out, your laptop casting a glow over your face that sported eyes half closed and your head drooping like you were just about to pass out.

What he doesn't know is you had already dropped your head rather hard against your laptop in a dazed moment where you had nodded off. Good luck getting you to ever admit that though. With a sigh, you let your head fall on top of a folded arm, closing your eyes for just a second.

Just a second won't matter.

A warm hand swept on the back of your neck, firm fingers massaging into the column of muscle that was so tense. "You're adorable when you're sleeping." Andy chuckled as he let his other hand sweep onto your shoulder and massage that too.

"I'm not sleeping." You muttered, not bothering to lift your head.

"Ahhh, that wasn't a snore I just heard?"

"Hey!" You moved back up to a sit, tilting your head back to look up at your boyfriend. "I don't snore... that was me, reading out loud."

"Ahhh, okay Honey." Andy appeased you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "You were reading... rather cutely."

"Thank you." You smiled, beaming up at him.

"Put the homework away and go to bed. You look exhausted Honey."

Your smile turned to a scowl, narrowing your eyes. "Are you telling me what to do DA Barber?"

"I will make it worth your while." He said as he scooped up some of your books to snap them shut.

"How so?"

"For me to know and you to find out." Andy teased as he drew you out of the seat, away from your homework. If you weren't so tired you would put up more of a fight, but tonight, you were willing to let Andy have his way.

"It better be good." You muttered and he gave a playful squeeze to your ass, winking at you.

"Have I ever disappointed you, Honey?"

Tika says hi and loves you too Babes!

[hand-picked-star]

My 'KHEYALI PULAO'

(These are the snippet I wanted to see in IPKKND. After every rewatch, I just close my eyes and the scenes are flash through my mind like they are actual scene. I am trying to articulate them here for my future recap. so that I can read them later and also hoping that some day an AI app will come where I can input these scripts and a scene will produce from the app😁😁)

It's the evening of Anjali & Aman ji's wedding ceremonies. khushi was wearing a red saree with matching sequences and crystals all over it. she was looking ethereal. Her hair was curled at the end cascading down her back. she was standing in front of the mirror, looking at the jewellaries, confused of what to wear today. Arnav was looking at her from afar. he had a gift for his wife specially for today that would go with the saree beautifully. he stood behind her and removed the hair from one should to another and then he tied the necklace in her neck.khushi gasped with the combined effect of the sight of the necklace also the sensation of his fingers in her neck. Arnav's finger trailed down her neck to her back, toying with her dori. he kissed her shoulder, then her neck, then her ear,then he put a ear ring there. khushi by the time got her composer back.she turned around.

khushi: ap e jan bujh ke kar rahe hain nah?( accusing him with her eyes)

khushi: you are doing it intentionaly,aren't you?(accusing him with her eyes)

Arnav: mane kya kia?(grabbing the matching bangles on one hand and her wrist on another,he put a kiss on her pulse point and proceed to slide the bangle down her forearm)

Arnav:what have I done?(grabbing the matching bangles on one hand and her wrist on another,he put a kiss on her pulse point and proceed to slide the bangle down her forearm)

khushi:ap hamare khilaf sajeesh kar rahe ke hum late ho jaye.(getting close to each other, a slight movement and they would be kissing) lekin aj hum apko kamiyab nehi hone denge.(khushi nudged his nose with her and then pushed him away) Arnav, aj hum late nehi ho sakte, samjhe ap? hume dijiye(pointing at the bangles). hum khudhi pehen lenge.

Khushi: you are plotting against me so that I would get late.(getting close to each other, a slight movement and they would be kissing) but I won't let you be successful. (khushi nudged his nose with her and then pushed him away) Arnav,we can't be late today, do you understand? give it to me (pointing at the bangles). I'll wear that myself.

Arnav: (giving a long sigh, locking eye with khushi through the mirror) Khushi, you're looking like a dream right now. how do you expect me to behave?( with his husky voice)

Arnav: (giving a long sigh, locking eye with khushi through the mirror) khushi, you're looking like a dream right now. how do you expect me to behave?(with his husky voice)

khushi: try!!

khushi: try!!

Arnav: e to batao mera toufa tume kese laga?

Arnav: at least tell me how do you like the gift?

khushi: (looking dreamily at the green emrand and diamond necklace on her neck) bohot sundar hain.I didn't even want to think about the price.

khushi: (looking dreamily at the green emrand and diamond necklace on her neck) it's so beautiful .I didn't even want to think about the price.

Arnav: (kissing her head) you don't have to.(then turn around to get his phone) now finished getting ready. main niche ja raha hoon.sab kuch check karne.

Arnav: (kissing her head) you don't have to. (tyen turn around to get his phone)now finished getting ready. I am going downstairs to check everything.

Khushi: (looking back at her husband and giving a mischievous smile) waise, aj hume apko kala tika lagana chahiye.

Khushi: (looking back at her husband and giving a mischievous smile) you know I should put a black mark to you today.

Arnav:(frawing, giving her a questioning look)

Arnav:(frawing, giving her a questioning look)

khushi: (coming closer to Arnav and dusting his black serwani and playing his collor) you are getting hotter day by day, Mr. Raizada. akhir hamare sath rehte rehte ap bhi hamare jese ho hi gaye.

khushi: (coming closer to Arnav and dusting his black serwani and playing his collor) you are getting hotter day by day, Mr. Raizada. at last I am rubbing off on you.

Arnav: (giving The look at his wife)ab kaun late hone ki sajeesh kar rahi hain?

Arnav: (giving The look at his wife)now who is planning to get late?

Khushi: (giving him a soft smile with a promise to continue this conversation later,then she holding his upper arm,both of them proceed to get out of the room) ap niche jayiye, hum di ki kamre main ja rehe hain, dekhte hain ke woh taiyar huye ke nehi, larkewale atein hi honge. (then she became animated, talking with hand gestures) pata hain,nanhe ji bohot excited hain. kyuki iss bar hum sab milke dulha ka juta chura payenge.bohot maja ayega.thik hain. ab hum jatehein,ap bhi jayiye.(laughing together they went their separated ways)

Khushi: (giving him a soft smile with a promise to continue this conversation later,then she holding his upper arm,both of them proceed to get out of the room) you go downstairs. I am going to check on di,if she is ready or not.The groom's side will come soon.(then she became animated, talking with hand gestures) do you know,nanhe ji is very excited.because this time we can steal the groom's shoes. we will have so much fun.ok,I'm going now.(laughing together they went their separated ways)

[om-is-not-ok]

Hello

Let me tell you one thing before saying the main thing. I finally gathered some guts after 5 months and thought of writing this to you. Actually, I am scared of you 🥹 (yeh Simran didi ko Pata hai). I am one of Simran didi's devotees here.

I really like your blog and the way you write. And yk you were the first person I followed here. You were the first desi who came on my feed. What I love about you is your and Simran didi's relationship. I literally simp over you guys 🥹 (*putting kala tika* kisi ki nazar na lage). You guys look so cute together (never saw u guys irl but I am pretty sure u do). Whenever I feel sad, I scroll down your blog and see you two lovebirds and trust me, nothing makes me happier than that. So that's what all I had to say, stay happy and take care of yourself (and Simran didi ofc) and live your life the way you want <3

Ayushi, I know you simmu's favorite right? I remember you wrote about her in your diary though idk if she told you this or not but she posted it on her ig story and kept talking about it in my dm that day and she also told me lot of things about you how you guys started talking and everything. anyways she was really happy so thank you very much for making my girl smile honestly I'm grateful to you.

Am I scary? I think I'm quite friendly? No? That aside her mutuals are my mutuals so feel free to interact with me

At the end, thank you very much for your kind words, Glad to know that you like our pair. Being one of your mutuals makes me happy and take care of her here on my behalf as I'm not active here. You can dm me anytime if you need any kind of help. Take care.🌻

[scrumptioussweetsfire]

You are our most beloved-ticklish baby!

Okay-okay, doing!

I was new to the animatronic family, and I didn't know how to join the team, since there was already a child in the family.

But this is not about that!

I came home from a walk upset because I was called names on the street by local hooligans.

"What's that broom on your head? And not the hair?"

"What kind of beggar? She user cheap perfume."

"Why are you always wearing the same clothers? Are your parents beggars or something?"

And once again returning from a walk, animatronics and Gregory surrounded me.

"What's wrong with you, superstar?"-Freddy asked me.

"None of your business!😭"-I muttered.

"Well, tell me, what happend?"-Chica insisted.

"😭The hooligans called me a beggar again!"-crying, but still able to speak, I replied.

"Ty, I found a reason to cry."-said Roxy, coming up to me-"Bunny, we have told you many times that you are much better that what they tell you."

"Most of all, you're still our best daughter."-almost purring said Monty.

"And also, you are the best big sister!"-Gregory expressed hugging me.

"Are you sure?"-I asked everyone with great hope in my eyes.

"Of course!!"-they all told me in unison.

I just looked at them with tear-stained eyes, but with a sincere smile.

And then, I received an offer from Roxy:

"And now: will you let us cheer you up?"

"Um...okaaay?"-I drawled.

"That's great!"-they all said in unison again.

After that, Roxy picked me to our playroom.

"What should we do?"-Roxy asked us all, tickling my cheek.

"I don't know!"-I giggled.

And then everyone fell silent.

"Oh, does it look like someone is ticklish here?~"-Chica asked softly.

My face immediately flushed to such an extent that any ripe tomato would envy.

"It looks like yes.~"-said Monty.

Oh no.

And everyone sat down in their own position.

Roxy both held me in her arms and held me, did not let go, and began to tickle my tummy.

Chica clung to myvlittle neck.

Monty was somewhere to Roxy's left.

And Freddy and Gregory were just sitting somewhere next to us, and grinning shellowly.

At first I wanted to hold my breath so as not to laugh, but it didn't work out. And my sonorous, chilish laughter filled the entire playroom.

Not only that, but everyone began to giggle a little teasingly.

"Kitchy-kitchy-kitchy-ku, baby~"-Roxy teased me.

"Nohohooh!"-I tried to say something to them though laughter.

"Oh, yes-yes~"-Chica grinned.

"AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHA, let me go!"-I begged them.

"Well, we've just started!"-Chica said resentfully.

And here, another factor. Gregory somehow climbed into Roxanne's arms, and dug into my armpits.

"Grehehegory, what are you dohoh?-I asked the grinning boy.

"Tika-tika-tika, sister~"-Gregory teased.

"What, HAHHHAHAHAHAHHHHAHHA!"-I laughed sharply when I felt someone tickling my legs.

And guess who it was....

That's right, Monty. And from my almost instant reaction, he giggled and began to specifically scold!

"And I didn't think thatour girl had ticklish legs~."

All this went on for 7 minutes, after which they stopped tickling me.

"Damn it, that was fun!"-Gregory almost shouted-"But are you feeling better, little sister?"-boy asked me.

"Yeah...thank you very much, I feel much better."-I replied to them, but the ghostly tickle on my body still remained.

"No problem, superstar."-Freddy replied.

"No problem, baby!"-the girls said in unison.

"No problem, Angelina."-concluded Monty snd Gregory.

And then a phrase sounded from everyone, whitch really warmed my little heart to me.

"We love you very much, Angelina."

"And I love you very much too."-I answered them.

After that, I fell asleep in Roxsnne's arms.

"Sweetdreams, baby."-Roxy whispered in my ear.

Next, each of the animatronics kissed me on the forehead, put me to bed, covered me with a blanket, and quietly closed the door.

Thank for reading.❤️❤️❤️

[jeffprobst-official]

Kenzie Kenzie Kenzie!! My girl! Calm down! You’re playing too big too early! You’re putting a target on your back! Do not do that!!

You have to try to stay as tribe strong as long as possible until the merge. Then you see what happens. The Tika Three only happened because they HAPPENED to end up on a tiny tribe together. You can’t force that!

And DO NOT tell these people “don’t go talk to other people about this…” like you’re their parent. Let them play girl.

[overelegantstranger]

✨the good universe, double date edition✨

tika: so, raistlin, caramon, what are you planning for your twenty seventh birthday?

bupu, putting down her spiced potatoes: YOU'RE TWENTY SEVEN?

raistlin: wait-

bupu: i'm a CRADLEROBBER

caramon: laughing

raistlin: twenty seven is like, fifty in dwarf years? maybe?

caramon: cough twenty six cough

raistlin: i will kill you. noone will ever find your body

[merrock]

Hi! After no rping in what feelings like 100 years I came across you guys in the tags. It seems nice and calm and laid back, which I was looking for. As I need to get back into how everything works again. I was just wondering who everyone would like to see around as? I would love to apply and will have an app in today or tomorrow!

Hey there, anon!

I am so glad that you found us, for starters! I know that most people take what admins say with a grain of salt, but I do truly believe that our group is a pretty calm, happy place, nice and laidback and we're very open to allowing people to write and create how they are most comfortable. We have writers who exclusively want to write long para threads, some who prefer short, easy GIF chats back and forth, lots who do both -- or absolutely anything their partner is comfy with. Writers who are online every day, writers who are on every other or every third day, writers who pop on a couple of times a week... truly, as long as everyone is following our rules and putting in an honest effort to be inclusive and part of our group, we're happy!

I always recommend a good starting place to be our wanted faces -- these are suggested to us by our writers, or by us, as admins! We also have tons of wanted connections, so if any of those interest you, they might have suggestions or at least narrow down what kind of face claim you are looking for, when it comes to the character. Some faces from the list I would really love to see are:

Raymond Ablack, Angela Bassett, Alisha Boe, Ashley Callinbgull, John Cho, Cody Christian, Nicola Coughlan, Willa Fitzgerald, Elliot Fletcher, Yusuf Gatewood, William Jackson Harper, Liv Hewson, Luca Hollestelle, Ludi Lin, Samantha Logan, Joseph Morgan, Pedro Pascal, Priscilla Quintana, Crystal Reed, Kendrick Sampson, Naomi Scott, Tika Sumpter, Lewis Tan, Nico Tortorella, Michelle Yeoh. (But please note, anyone would be loved here!)

I'll be accepting applications from 5PM to 10PM EST tonight, so if you get it in before then, I would be very happy to accept it and get you all set up, started, and ready to go! But if you don't have the time, please feel free to still submit whenever (or go ahead and reserve a face/connection/anything you might need), I will be accepting sometime early next week -- I think I have to postpone Monday's acceptance due to being on the road, but Tuesday at the latest if I can't make it home in time! xx

[cra3ymonk3y]

Bokka le - 2

Open with a fancy, colourful curtain. It says, ‘Gone Mad’s Guide To Exams.’ The VO says the same too.

Cut to: Interiors of a cheap office. A man who looks like the leader of a gang of Gundas is sitting there. 

Gunda Leader: You want to get past your exams? Good. That’s what I’m about to tell you.

It’s simple. If you can’t take it, fake it. You’ll see how.

*Gunda Leader Claps.*

His associates, all hefty and dark, looking like villains out of a movie, enter the frame carrying small desks, (the size you’d find in kindergarten classes.)

One Gunda puts down a sack in the corner of the room. A frightened (read kidnapped) teacher crawls out of it.

The Gundas take their position; sit on their desks and are ready to enact the ‘exam hall scene.’ 

Cut to one Gunda saying ‘psst. show’ to another Gunda.

The teacher catches him cheating. Comes close to him and pulls his ear. The Gunda stands up starts shouting and then falls down on the ground and starts holding his leg.

Suddenly, the referee rushes in, blows his whistle and shows the red card to the teacher. He then looks outside the class and signals, ‘substitution.’

A typical Indian nerd kid: hair overly oiled, big glasses, buttoned shirt and a tika on his forehead, comes riding a toy truck and a book is hanging in front of his head. (Like the donkey and the carrot story.)

He enters the room, sits on the bench of the ’injured Gunda kid’ and begins to write his exam.

The ‘injured’ Gunda kid gets up, sits on the toy truck, hands the teacher a Gone Mad and drives out of the class happily. (Groovy music playing in the background)

Cut to the surprised reaction of the teacher and zoom in to the Gone Mad stick in his hand.

Cut to Gone Mad Choco Bar Graphics, the chocolate filling the wafer and all that, with a VO: Presenting Gone Mad - a mad-mix of sugar, chocolate and everything mad; wrapped in crispy wafer so you can take a bite and survive this mad mad world.

Cut to the same banner as seen in the first scene.

Gunda Leader again on screen. Takes a bite of the Gone Mad stick.

Just then the ‘injured’ Gunda kid enters the scene on his toy truck, the Gunda Leader rides pilion 

The Gunda Leader says: Stay mad, kids.

And they drive out of the frame.

End.

[hyleearth]

Potassium,

You are something I didn't know I could have. I feel incredibly lucky to have you, you know that. Let me take this moment to say this. We're really open to each other and I appreciate how it flows naturally in our relationship. This may not be new to you to express this, but just let me.

Kraig, thank you for choosing me everyday. For fighting for what we have, for being my voice, for calming me down when doubts creeping my heart and mind. With your love, even at my worst, you chose to understand me.

I am afraid that the world might divide us in many ways, in any chances and opportunities or even through other people. I was triggered by all of that but you never disappoint me with your honesty and sincerity towards me. The way you assured me that I have nothing to worry about and to do with the things that happened, I saw that you don't want to lose me, that you always need me.

Thank you for always letting me know how much you care, for always making me feel missed, for making me feel appreciated.

Baby, bebe, my palangga!!! I thank God for putting you in my path. Through so many things, we became stronger. Thank you for showing me how beautiful you are.

Gihigugma tika, always! <3

-Odnum

[unabashedtragedycat]

To someone who I remember every time I see yellow…

Mel,

Hi.

You never know how much courage I had to muster up to write this letter for you. And you would probably be reading this letter by now, but no regrets.

When did we ever first encounter each other? I can still vividly remember that one summer midnight of May, after ending my freshman year, trying to find my “soulmate” in Omegle. I was on the verge of swearing to myself I wouldn’t visit the site again. However, my last attempt took me to a different fate. As if the heavens heard my prayers, I was given the chance to match with this boy from the same department I have in college. And that was you.

I thought our interaction would last only for that night. Yet you asked for my telegram username and I gladly obliged. We started chatting about how harsh our NSTP experiences as froshlings and laughed about it. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. You became a part of my everyday routine. You would always greet me with your lively good mornings and bid me with your bittersweet good nights. Put an effort to crack lame jokes, send me VMs with your voice intended to make me laugh and would never forget to call me “ma’am” as if I am one of your subject instructors you want to please in exchange of good grades.

I want you to know that the idea of you, coming to my life all of a sudden, was actually my life’s plot twist. I am immensely grateful of you — for taking time to talk to me, for making me feel valued, for being the first person to ever make me feel how it is to be courted, for letting me see a glimpse of your world, and for being my number 1 fan slash supporter. In my life where I used to live in years of silence, you came.

One fun-fact. I lied about having a boyfriend in high school. Because I never did. You are actually my first boyfriend.

But we never know what the life holds. One second I am so invested with our relationship and later, I would start questioning if this setup is worth trying. I can still remember, someone told me this: decide what is yours to hold and let the rest go. It was a tough decision for me, but Cang, I decided not to hold you anymore. Every time I try to communicate, I always ran out of ideas. Every time I want to say what I really feel, I try to conceal it. I cannot consider myself real with you.

Maybe in the coming years, we would meet somewhere down the road, and I won’t even be mad if you tell me that not pursuing me was the best thing you did. Maybe, we could take a brief trip down to our memory lane but it won’t matter anymore. Someday, our paths would cross and you wouldn’t have the need to look at me in the eyes as we pass by each other because you already have your eyes set on someone who matters the most. And I’d be the happiest for you.

I will surely miss the late night talks. Mga times nga katulgan tika. Your sweetness and clingy side. Your messages… Everything about you. :(

What a good thing you once became a part of my life, cang.

Thank you for being the “little star” who shed me light on that dark midnight of May 25. 💛🌟🌼🌙🌻

Sincerely,

Vanjing

[pekpekfever]

DAY 1 OF RELEASING TRAUMA

October 19, 2023

Started: 9:44 PM

Finished: 23:51 PM

Here it goes ...

I thought making mistakes in life would cost me impenetrable pain. Atleast, that's what I know. When I was a child, I make it to a point that I do what they say. I set standards for myself, to always do what the adult says. And I did. When I saw that they were acknowledging my "behave" behavior, they would constantly carry me around from places to places. As a child, it was fun. I get to listen and behave. Aside from that, I get to meet a lot of people, some made me cry and others talk to me like a kid (because obviously I am). I was never exhausted talking to them, in fact, I love talking to people who talks to me like an adult. They would get fascinated on the way I speak. When let me do chores, I do it attentively. One day, my mother ask me to watch my brother in the baby crib since they would changed their clothes for a trip in an hour. The crib was a little bit high for a 1 year old baby since it was traditionally made it uwas used for all ages until 3 years old. I was 7 then and my brother 1. A few minutes later my father ask me something (I don't remember what it is), so I went and got it. I was standing and looking up, waiting for my father to get the thing that he was asking for. They were busy, they couldn't even careless if I was there or not but when I heard a big loud noise. And then later on proceeded into crying, I realize my brother fell off in the crib. I saw my parents hurried to the crib, carried my crying brother and worriedly check on him.

I was stunned and nervous. I don't know how to react, I was 7years old. It was new to me, I didn't even moved as I was also scared of the crying and the worrying. I felt like I was shaking.

A few minutes later, I saw my father grabbed me in my arms. He took the belt and immediately raised his hand and slam the thick belt in my legs. I was saying "no, no, no" as I was trying to stop the belt from hurting me. I felt my legs burning at that time, I saw the thing that my father wanted me to get flew into the floor. I was defending myself using my 2 hands while my father holding with his one arm and the other trying to inflict pain. Between the two of them said (I can't remember who exactly) "I told you to looked out for him, why can't you do what you're told to! Look at him, he was hurt. If anything happens to him. You better be ready!" (Diba giignan tika na bantayan nimo imuhang manghud? Nganong wala man ka nagpatuo?! Lantawa ni ron! Maunsa gale ni imuhang manghud, bantay lang ka!"

The belt was not new to me. And the pain.

I rationalize myself to always be ready when a belt comes in my way. I am scared of it, of course but at 7 years old I took the pain differently. The pain of the belt physically stings but the real pain was felt in my heart, I would always try to protect my heart from aching. I don't want my heart to get hurt that's what I always say when the belting was done and I have to tap on my chest for my heart to calm doen. My only reason of it was, if someone will "belt" me and I started crying, my heart will then start beating fast until it hurts and I couldn't breath.

I feel like my heart was bursting. I don't know what to do, the belting was done for 15 minutes or so. I just know because as my father was done, and I immediately went to the upper part of our rented house who was about to be having a landslide, all was silent. I just remember it was Saturday morning, around 9-ish am. I immediately cover my self and hide with our foams whose put into the side wall. I was thinking about my Lola, she was the only one whose ready to protect me but she's not there. I want her to looked at the bruises and the welt I've got how I have gotten so hurt because of nothing that I did not do. My heart took the liberty to beat so fast that it did not stop until I lay down and touch every welt that I got. In my arms, my legs and even the side of my body.

Later that day, my parents decided to bring my father with them and left me alone in the house. They were confident about me since we have a lot of neighbors around. Until I get to go outside and my friends was playing, they saw how puffy my eyes were and how I touched my hands with welts on them. I wore a pajama so that people wouldn't notice. Until I saw one of my neighbor, approached me and said "Whose got some beating?" (Kinsa may gibunalan?) (this man was also our closest neighbor and pose as my godfather-ish) I felt like crying again and I pity myself so much that I feel like no one was going to understand me. The man went inside anf I heard him talking to his wife (My godmother) and said "Why would they do that to the child? She did not do anything! They should be the one taking care of him, not her" (Nganong gibunalan nila ang bata? Nga wala manay sala. Dapat sila moy magbantay, dili ang bata"

I immediately went back to the house. With my eyes crying and heart hurting, it was then and there I started to see the world for its beauty that the world may have its beauty but it was also more than uglier like most people.

[realcrimestory]

The World’s Youngest Serial Killer

Amardeep Sada, The world’s youngest serial killer. He has very low number of victim- only three. What makes him interesting is that he became a ruthless killer when most children his age were studying maths. He was just seven years old when he discovered the pleasure of killing. This is his story

Early Life

Amardeep was a quiet kid, he didn’t threw tantrums or overreacted unlike other kids his age. The older he got, the quieter he became. He lived with his mother, Parul, and Father, Balaram. He was from a poor family, hence, he use to hoard things such as newspapers, broken toys, etc.

The First kill

when he was seven years old, his aunt, Meena came out-of-the-blue and told his mother that she would be leaving her six month old son with them because she had got a job in Patna. His aunt assured Parul that she will send her money after seeing the tensed look on her face as they could barely feed three mouths and now there would be four.

On the day of departure, Meena spent ten minutes with his son and hugged him, kissed his cheeks, tears rolling down her cheeks and she put a black tika on the side of her son’s forehead to ward off evil. Little did she know that won’t work.

One day, Amardeep’s mother went to the local market to buy vegetables. She was pregnant and she told Amardeep to look after his cousin. Amardeep saw his mother leave and then he walked over to his brother who was sleeping. He pinched his brother’s ear and the infant woke up and started to cry. He was crying in agony while Amardeep was laughing and enjoying the view. Amardeep pinched his stomach, pulled his nose and slapped him. the baby was just crying louder and louder helplessly. The more he cried, the more Amardeep laughed. Then he put his hand on his brother’s throat and applied pressure. The baby’s voice was muted he was struggling for life. His arms and legs were flapping like a little bird stuck in a net. The baby’s eye grew wider and then he just laid still. During this whole scenario, Amardeep’s smile never faded.

He picked up the dead infant and walked towards the paddy field behind his house. Then, he picked up a brick and smashed his brother’s skull. The soft skull became a disfigured mess. He then dug a hole and dumped the boy in it. He covered it with mud and walked back home.

When his mother came back and she asked Amardeep, “Where is your brother”, he just smiled at her and said I have killed him. His mother was in utter shock. She couldn’t move, she was frozen. And then he took his mother to the place he buried his brother. She puked in disgust and slapped him and cried. That night his father gave him the beating of his life. When Meena came back, Balaram fell on her feet and told her everything. She was devasted, when she looked at Amardeep, he was smiling. Amardeep’s father requested Meena not to tell police because it is family matter and she agreed.

The Second Kill

Parul soon gave birth to a beautiful daughter. Balaram and Parul were overjoyed. The incident was pushed away out of their mind. Amardeep use to stare at his little sister for hours and just kept smiling.

It had been eight months since Amardeep strangled his cousin, his parents were sleeping and he was alone with his sister. He came near his sister and looked at her. She smiled at him, seeing a familiar face. He smiled back and strangled the life out of her.

When they woke up, his mother went to his now dead sister and tried to woke her up, she was broken now and she shouted at him, “what have you done? YOU KILLED YOUR OWN SISTER?!” , Amardeep just nodded and smiled. His parents broke down. Karma had come back to pay Parul, punishing her for condoning her son’s earlier crime.

Balaram slapped him again and again and asked him, “why did you do it?”, Amardeep replied, “just like that”. His father lunged at Amardeep to beat him more but their neighbour have arrived because of the noise and stopped him. Amardeep said, “so what if I killed her” , there was slience in the room. Balaram requested the neighbours not to tell police, as it was family matter.

The Final Kill

Amardeep’s final kill was a 8 year old girl named Khushboo. He smashed her skull and dug her in a grave. Now, some of the people who knew about his killing past caught on and went to him. They interrogated him. When they asked him whether he killed Khusboo or not? he smiled and proudly said yes. The villagers had enough they handed him to the police in spite of the protest of his parents.

Kushboo’s mother screamed at Balaram, “I have lost my daughter only because of you and your wife! If you had reported him last time, my daughter would’ve still been alive.

All Balaram could do was join his hands in apology and cry.

Conclusion

Amardeep was detained at a children’s home until he turned 18 because a juvenile cannot be senteneced to death or sent to prison. The maximum sentence he recieved was three years in juvenile facility.

There was no news of him for a long time. Then the police confirmed that Amardeep was placed in a remand nearby his home. In 2015, he contacted a female journalist and told her that he would remain in remand till 2018.

There were rumors that he changed his name into Samarjeet and now in 2023, He’s twenty three years old and is roaming on the street as a free man. Hopefully, he has reformed himself and got rid of his demons during psychiatric and counselling sessions. But, We all know demons never die. You can hide them, but, they will keep coming back to haunt you.

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So today I tried to turn the wheel to start the engine again and it didn’t do. I was hitting with a hammer on a huge wrench I bought in supermarket. Loud and resonant and metal sound. The wheel came off with a bolt. They were not rusty at all. I figured out that all WD40 I was sprinkling last week over this damn wheel most likely didn’t go in. So I put more in there. Plus I took little pipe from the fuel pump and put diesel (again) into the injector holes and in the main part where the old oil is sitting.

Suspicious redneck male came by the dock and said whatcha doing on that boat and then said yeah, somebody died on that boat year ago and left after I said that I’m the new owner. Steve or Bob.

I borrowed vac from Jeff and vacuumed all gunk that super old people produce with their dogs and burning stoves and oil splashes from frying probably fish. Carnivorous senile white people. Fridge is pretty new though. And the stove. And water filters. And shower cabin.

I washed the shower cabin and water didn’t go out. I put oil dipstick in the sink hole and bubbles came out so water went away and I thought could I break the fucking plastic pipe with that stuff. No, it’s not sharp enough. But water came in the main bilge. Just because you have to turn on the pump when doing this, okay. This pump doesn’t work. So whole fancy shower doesn’t make sense cause it all comes to the bilge. Ok.

And then I turned vac on to clean a bit and it started to buzz and produced smoke so I stopped. I have to tell Jeff I broke his vac.

All day wearing rubber gloves. I cleaned parquets where it still is present, thinking of may be removing all. Started to clean v-berth but it needs separate week.

Then I sandpapered wooden parts of the hatch and they came out very nice. I have to do it all the way around. All these ugly wooden parts can come out as new.

But solving the engine problem is crucial cause I have three months and then I have to either find a job or to leave to Mexico and further. Cause I have negative decision on my asylum procedure and I can’t pay lawyers. Plus may be it’s too late, we’ll figure it out tomorrow.

I ate good today, coffee, hummus+tortilla, vegan pot stickers, granola bars and tika masala with vegan bratwurst. Cooked in microwave, cause it was the only option. Combucha and aloe vera drinks. This boat is big, 39 feet, it has three cabins. But someone stole beautiful anchor winch with foot buttons and it’s crazy to lift up this anchor manually. My previous boat, Peregrine was 34 feet but only 3,5 tons netto. This one is 8 tons. Lots of space and cute underground-like walk around engine room to the stern skippers cabin (which is stripped down to the bone, may be they decided to change everything, or may be old owner died there)

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Twinenemy? Don Cheadle and Freddie Gibbs Trade Words on Social Media

The entertainers jokingly went back and forth over claims that they look alike.

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Noah A. McGee

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What are some of the greatest beefs in the history of rap? 50 Cent vs. JaRule? Drake vs. Pusha T? Pac vs. Biggie? Nas vs. Jay-Z? Jack Harlow vs. Brandy?

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Yeah, those beefs are cool and filled with some of the greatest diss tracks in the history of hip-hop, but I think there’s not one beef I’ve happily enjoyed more than the Don Cheadle vs. Freddie Gibbs feud. Don’t think Cheadle is a rapper? Just check out the music video for Kendrick Lamar’s “DNA.”

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Before we detail the cause of this latest back and forth, let’s take a look back at what started this feud. In February, during Super Bowl weekend in Los Angeles, the two ran into each other. On Twitter, Gibbs detailed the encounter saying, “Nigga walked up to me last night and said, “people say we look alike” and it was Don Cheadle. The fucking goat.”

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In response, Cheadle tweeted, “true story. Great meeting you, nephew. To be continued …”

On Tuesday, which was Cheadle’s 58th birthday, the funny interaction between the two entertainers continued. A fan tweeted a picture of the actor wishing him a happy birthday. The only thing is, he mentioned Gibbs, not Cheadle. The Indiana rapper retweeted in response and wrote, “Happy birthday to The Don, my mentor@DonCheadle.”

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Then, the feud was on.

Cheadle replied, “We gonna get it in one of these days, fam …”

If anyone is familiar with Gibbs and his presence on social media, he never backs away from a challenge. So instead of putting his head down, Gibbs continued the back-and-forth, tweeting, “I challenge you.”

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Cheadle retweeted his response, writing, “You misunderheard my tweet, daddy-o!!” Jokingly, Gibbs tweeted back, “My bad.”

The Iron Man actor responded back, “Ya goofy bastard …”

Obviously, this all sounds harsh, but this was all done in social media fun, I hope. You be the judge, do the two bald-headed kings look alike? I gotta say, I see some similarities. 

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